Taking over baby duties to let my poor wife sleep tonight (she’s literally unable to see straight anymore and with a concert last week I just couldn’t give the kind of help she needed or deserved, so I’m trying to make up for it this week) allowed me the bittersweet opportunity to watch the last two episodes of “Firefly” (interesting note: my wife took discs two and three to bed with her to watch on the portable player. There are now two browncoats in our household!), “Heart of Gold” and “Objects in Space” (interesting note: the actor who plays Jubal Early was one of the A.D.A’s on the first two years or so of Law and Order. Back then he had a much more innocent look). As I commented a moment ago to Solai re. “The Message,” there is a bittersweetness to these episodes that, had the series continued beyond them probably would not have been there. Perhaps it’s the fact that the stand at the bordello is the crew’s last. That the feelings between Inara and Mal remain, ultimately, unspoken and that Inara just feels like she needs to run from them. Or maybe it’s just that, when push came to shove, Jayne just covered himself up in his curtain and rolled over to go back to bed (this scene in “Objects in Space” is probably my favorite of the whole series. It’s set up as a clicheed heroic moment–with a fanfare and everything!–and it pays off as such a great laugh. Fantastic!).
“Objects in Space” is a terrific episode and serves as an adequate, if not entirely good wrap up to the series. The secrets are left unspoken though we’ve gotten to find out more about River (I keep waiting for her to say, “it’s not safe…for them,” but I know I have to wait to see Serenity for her arc to fully pay off) and other things remain tantalizingly hidden (we never did find out anything about the Blue Line (?) corporation and Book’s true identity, hinted at by Jubal’s enigmatic, “that ain’t no shepherd” is forever in mists, alas). How I wish that, indeed, Serenity had been successful enough to warrant another season of the show or, at least, another film or two (even with two characters gone)!
Ultimately, this will remain as perhaps one of the great (if not the greatest) “brilliant but cancelled” shows in the history of American television. So much was accomplished on such a short run and so much more could have been accomplished had the network supported this show the way it deserved and tried to give it a life. I suppose, though, that they tried this a year later with “Arrested Development,” a show that lasted three increasingly abbreviated seasons (each more brilliant than the last) only thanks to its critical response (although this was already in 2003-06 a show that whose audience primarily experienced on TIVO/DVR and/or DVD rather than traditional media and it continues to do well in video sales and has, like “Firefly,” a devoted following). “Firefly” should have been so lucky but, unfortunately, it “sounds a bit like science fiction” (“you live in a space ship, dear”). For such a short-lived show, though, it sure is an influential one! I am amazed at how familiar the style of it is thanks to the influence I now see it excerts on Battlestar Galactica. For all of that show’s grimness and philosophical weight (and seriously, who could find ANYTHING funny in the end of the world…okay, maybe Baltar and the Tighs) the visual and storytelling styles owe an incredible amount to “Firefly,” a debt that is acknowledged by the brief shot of the Serenity flying across the Caprican cityscape in the BSG miniseries.
So, that’s it. I’ve experienced “Firefly.” I was somewhat skeptical at first. Sometimes reluctant (cf. my thoughts on “Shindig”) but I must say that I am now, indeed, a fan. I regret that I will not be able to have this same, first experience ever again but am grateful that I can now go back and spend more time with these nine people who have become so familiar and beloved over the last weeks. Thank you, Lucky, for sharing this show with me and allowing me to see what it is that so many people see in it. I count myself lucky to be a new fan. Better late than never, I suppose.